brigs poetry is something i don’t think we talk about enough
literally can’t stop this abt this like the love that went into this.
I tossed moby a meatball for sitting patiently. Miller appeared out of NOWHERE and snatched it
been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.
this is actually abt me preparing to lose my grandma, but it can be interpreted in a lot of different ways. grief exists everywhere u look, because love exists everywhere.
can you come collect your freak of a man please. He’s doing things
everyone else out. No one else tag this post. this is the only one.
[Image ID: Tumblr tag reading: #when my old horse ran away and was found eating the lawn of the local church and wandering through a graveyard /End ID]
The poll feature really took off because it taps into tumblr's favorite activity: being extremely opinionated about things that don't matter
civetside